裙子的英语怎么写爱是什么(英文)

2021年1月21日发(作者：人头攒动)
What is Love?
What is Love? The eternal question we all carry around deep within our heart. Love is
the eternal search. Love is eternal when we find it. But do we really ever find it ? When we
define it do we negate it? When we set limits on what we believe to be love do we begin to
destroy it by hoping to understand or own it for ourselves? We offer it through all of our
relationship we vary our giving, often by what we hope to receive in return. But is this really
love?
I
recently
overheard
someone
say
in
a
conversation
that
there
is
no
such
thing
as
“

unconditional love .
”

I would have to agree, although for different reasons. Love within
itself is unconditional. Anything else is only an attempt to love, a learning to get us nearer to
the one true knowing of love. It may be honorable, well-intentioned, passionate and desiring,
courageous and pure. It may be felt as temporary, but if lost easily it may not have been love
at
all.
Love
cannot
be
thwarted
and
often
fall
short
of
what
we
hope
love
will
be.
This
is
where we learn we are human.
Love has been experienced as a life of living poetry. Love has been experienced as being
the very notes of song, uplifting and generous to the wanting ear. Love has been experienced
as the final act of giving one
’
s life for another in battle. Love has been experienced as an
endless passionate over flow of emotion in the arms of waiting lover.
What do you do with the love granted to you each day? How many times do we deny its
expression
for
others
because
we
fear
what
our
own
expressions
will
bring?
Are
we
not
denying our creator every time we deny the expression of love?
Lost,
empty,
alone
and
searching. As
individuals who
have
experienced
separation
or
divorce, or even the loss of a loved one to death, the separation can be the most traumatic
experience we live through. The heart-wrenching pain that seems to never really go away,
the
enormous
waves
that
hit
us
daily,
the
times
we
hit
the
wall
right
after
a
strong
and
uplifting
experience
reminds
us
that
we
are
learning.
We
are
learning
about
strength,
passion for our own life, about our own sincerity in our beliefs, about our loyalty to who we
are, and certainly about our own genuineness. We search for that day when love will come
again. We search everywhere, everyday, almost every hour.
It has been said for centuries that
“

love is where the eyes meet with passion, for the
eyes cannot hide what the heart feels.
”

So we have learned to look outward for this eternal
love that will fulfill us, forgetting that it must first fill our own hearts. Perhaps that is why
we fall into such pain and agony and sorrow when a love affair fails. It is at that moment
that we realize we did not fail the other person we expressed love to , but we have somehow
not
fulfilled
ourselves
once
again.
We
combat
failure
with
a
misunderstood
unfulfilled
promise.
We
lade
it,
not
knowing
if
we
will
ever
find
it
again.
The
emotion
tides
life
and
fall ,crash and settle, then lift again.
No one else, no matter how much we talk or cry, can pull us through the anxious hours
of soul repair and growth. It is our own fire within that needs rekindling, guarding against
the winds that would blow it out and leave us dark, cold and helpless. It is at this time that
we
find
the
lobe
that
binds
us
together
with
every
other
being
that
surrounds
us
on
the